Hello again! I am very proud of myself for writting this so quickly! usually, it takes me a long time to write a story that i am happy with, so YAY ME! so, thanks to everyone who reviewed, especially to violin girl 347: i am incrdibly stupid and am SUPER lazy, so i didn;t really bother with the clarrification of the whole ultraspunf/autopsy.

BUT THE AUTOPSY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AN ULTRA SOUND

so yeah! anyway, i am lookign for a beta to help with this story! i have found one, tribalgirl, but she hasnt replied to me and im not too sure how this beta thing works, so, if anyone could explain that to me, or wants to be my beta, THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!

and now to the story...

Katniss POV

"Finnick! Take your hand off of Katniss' stomach!" Peeta says through gritted teeth. Finnick and I chuckle, as we wait in the training room. Snow had told us all to meet there. Finnick's hand moved away from my stomach, and the exact moment it moved, the baby kicked. I jumped a little and let out a gasp. Finnick looks at me and groans. He runs his fingers through his hair.

"Dammit! Thanks lot, Peeta," his words drip with sarcasm, and Peeta smirks. Johanna plants herself next to Finnick and bites into a bread role. Johanna looks around at the group that compromises of me, Peeta, Finnick, Chaff, Seeder, Cecelia, Mags, Beetee and Wiress. I notice that we are all starring at her.

"What?" she asks, looking truly befuddled. I laugh.

"You didn't get us food," Finnick says slowly, as if speaking to a baby.

"No shite, Sherlock," Johanna rolls her eyes and continues to eat her bread. I giggle again, and then the television in front of us turns on. Caesar Flickerman's face is plastered on the screen.

"Hello, citizens of Panem. After great discussion, it has been decided that the victors will continue to participate in this year's Hunger Games." Caesar looks down at his hands with a look that is other a mixture of shame and guilt.

He looks back to the screen; he opens his mouth, but is interrupted when a picture of my baby is put on the screen.

A deep robotic voice is filled over it.

"Capital citizens, look upon this picture. What do you see? An unborn baby girl. Katniss' unborn baby girl, in fact. Snow wishes Katniss to compete with this beautiful child in her womb. Think about that," the screen fades and Caesar's face reappears. He looks absolutely shocked.

"Well, um, I don't know what to, um," For the first time in history, Caesar does not know what to say.

The television is turned off, and the training room is left silent.

"Well, that was surprising turn of events!" Johanna says. She stands up and as she walks past me, she places a hand on my shoulder.

"Even your child is a symbol of the Rebellion!" she exits the room, only the sound of her footsteps echo through the room.

That night, everyone decided to have a party. It was announced that the games would be delayed for a month because of the baby pictures being released. Everyone thought that the District 12 level would be perfect to celebrate. I roll my eyes remembering the night's earlier events.

Finnick opens the door to our level with a loud cry.

"PARTAY!" he shouts. He rushes inside and Mags slowly walks out behind Finnick and politely greets us.

I give Finnick a questioning look, and then I see a sea of people run into the apartment.

"What's going on?" I ask. Johanna walks next to me and messes up my hair.

"Didn't you her, Mockingjay? Snow is delaying the games by a month because of your cute little baby!" She leans down to my stomach and kisses it. She shoots me a smile and prances off to the Careers. I stand there confused as ever.

Strong arms snake behind me and pull me close. The familiar scent of Peeta fills my nose.

"Hello Katniss. We have company," he says. I can tell by his voice that a smile is on his face. I turn around to face him.

"Peeta, should we let them stay?" I ask. Peeta leans down and nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck.

"What's the harm in letting them stay?" he asks.

"What's the harm, Peeta says. 'Oh, no Katniss, everything will die down!' he says. 'They'll be gone by morning! He proclaims!" I bicker to myself about what Peeta had said to me last night. His words sounded true at the time, but as it came closer to morning, it became clear that he was wrong. I move around the bodies sleeping on the floors and couches, dodging the ones that began to move in their restless sleep. I look at Brutus and Gloss, who lie unconscious together, surrounded by beer cans.

…

"No Katniss, you're not allowed to drink!" Peeta argues as he takes away my beer. I slump in my seat, a pout forming on my lips. I can hear Brutus and Gloss singing a song about being young.

"So what we get drunk! So what we don't sleep! We're just having fun! We don't care who sees! So what we o out! That's how it's s'pose to be! Living young and wild and free!" they two sing. Chaff lets out a bark of laughter, as do we all. Brutus and Gloss were already drunk, even though the party had just begun. Chaff arrived here with the stench of liquor thick on his breathe, but I guess like Haymitch, Chaff can handle his liquor. I see Woof, the male from District Eight, dozing off in a corner.

I decide to pull myself away from the alcohol party, and take Woof to bed.

"Woof, come on, let's get you to bed," I tug his arms to get him up, and he obliges. I take him to my room, where he falls flat on his back and sleeps immediately. I quietly leave the room, and silently close the door behind me.

Waiting for me outside, is Cecelia.

I pick up the empty cans of beer and help the Avoxes clean. I shake my head in disagreement to their heavy drinking. As I try to take an empty can away from Gloss, he begins to stir. His bloodshot eyes open and he squints at me.

"Katniss? Where's Cash? Where's my sister?" Gloss squeezes his eyes shut and moans. I quickly shuffle toward him and take the can away.

"Ow, my head hurts," he complains.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Well, it's your entire fault, isn't it?" Gloss nods his head and rolls into a ball.

"I think I'm gonna puke!" he says in a rush. Not wanting to be a victim of his vomit, I get up and swiftly grab a nearby empty fruit bowl. I hold it to Gloss' mouth, and he pukes. I loom away, avoiding the risk of vomiting as well. I smile, and think back to the conversation Cecelia and I had last night.

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I see Cecelia waiting outside my room for me.

"Um, hi Cecelia. Can I help you?" I ask nervously. I had never really talked to the mother before, and was a tiny bit anxious about it.

"Oh, nothing, I just think you'll make a great mother," she smiles. I smile back at her.

"Thanks. I'm a little bit anxious about it though. I mean, I don't even know if I'll be alive by the time this child is born," I say. I feel my chest tighten. Cecelia closes in on me.

"Don't think about that now." She says. I bring myself to look her in the eye.

"Does it hurt? When the baby, you know, comes out?" A blush cascades my face and I feel stupid.

"Yes," she says truthfully, "It is absolutely painful. During it, you're going to hate Peeta for putting you through it," My face turns a sickly shade of green, and I feel a cloud of dread falling over me.

"But, when you hold that baby in your arms, and stare into its eyes. All that hate and pain, it just goes away. You don't care about anything but the child that you help bring into this world. It's magical to say the least," Cecelia kisses my forehead and heads back into the room full of loud laughter and drunken singing.

I know, i knwo, short chappie, but o well! so before i continue, if anyone wants to be my beta, please emssage me! PLUS in the next xhapter, there will be more about last nights party! anyone else want to know who put the baby pictures on tv? HMMMMMMmmmmmm? maybe youll ind out soon?

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